Cecil just didn’t understand any of this, worst of all was it was concerning him and his origins. He didn’t know what he was made for, only that he was capable of combat; however, Norman acted as if they were mindless and just went on orders only to be destroyed later. He didn’t want to do any of that, he just wanted to experience the countryside, meet new people and head off to the city he thought he belonged in. The city he was going to was supposed to be full of Machina and the chances of him finding another like him was pretty high in his mind. He didn’t want to be referred to as a ‘tool of war’, especially when he didn’t want to be seen as a simple tool. He was tired of not knowing what he was, he was tired of all the assumptions and guesses; he just wanted answers for once. 

It felt like Norman had ran out of answers to help him with, everything now was just a case of ‘it’s possible that’ and ‘what if’ being the ‘right answers’. There was no ‘it’s definitely’ or ‘it is because’ with him, just questions that couldn’t be answered. It made him a little upset to the say the least, but just what he was he supposed to do about it? Nobody had ever come across something like him from the sounds of it, at least not out where ever he was. He would have to go deeper into the land and find where Machina were common if he was to ever find the answers, but if he couldn’t there then where? He didn’t want to go back to the factory, he would be dismantled for leaving it in the first place. Those men in the suits wanted him, they were probably part of the factory’s team. He was dangerous just by being around which was the most discouraging part of hanging around here. He hoped he wasn’t going to be too badly damaged for that long, maybe they’ll be out of this place before they knew it and back on the road again to not end up being caught by those men. He didn’t know, he didn’t even know what plans the others had conjured up while he was offline.

With all the more disturbing thoughts going on in his mind he was fairly uninterested in what the crystal might’ve been for as Norman continued to talk about it. All it meant was there was one more mystery to add onto the table and he was probably never going to get an answer to it. It just made him annoyed now, definitely something that was causing him to feel angry about himself. Amuné suddenly appearing didn’t really help matters. He was in pieces and a possible danger to others if touched so attempting to was definitely out of the question. He didn’t care about how he was and whether he was in any shape that should be a concern, he would rather not harm someone else because he was prone to malfunctioning.

As the casts were completed Cecil stared at them as they were brought over, his eyes quickly averting away from the engineers as they came closer with them. He didn’t want to talk to them and hoped they wouldn’t want to talk to him, he didn’t know who they were or whether they would try and contact someone because he was capable of more than what other Machina were. He didn’t know who these people were or if they were affiliated with Norman, only that they were helping with the repairs. Gasping lightly when Norman sealed up his chest, frowning when Norman decided to ask him about the state of his body before. “Why does it matter? I melted. Who cares anymore”, he spoke quickly, “Any previous problems are null and void until I actually manage to move again”. The work on him was already underway even as he made the rather bitter comment, but it didn’t hurt or anything. He didn’t know if it was going to take long or enable him to move safely again, he didn’t even know if he was going to look the same after or even more like a Machina. He was fine when the only telltale was his gauntlets and eyepatch, even his legs just looked like stylised boots to others. He was worried about his future, especially when he was in a strange place that he had never heard of.

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Kensen was pretty confident that the area was safe. Once the big one was gone then the rest of the beasts would retreat and remain away from the area, especially with the stink of the beast’s blood still in the air. Those things were like typical predators and knew to stay away from areas where their own kind had died, so bringing in a wood magi and a few specialists would be key to rebuilding the area and making it less conspicuous to the Church. It was all a matter of covering up the evidence, even if it could’ve been much less destroyed than it was now. There was just a mess everywhere and even if there were clearer areas to fly he didn’t particularly want to do that all right about now after using magic and with the other flightless lot around. If he was by himself he would be away already, but he had to make sure the others were safe especially when the pair had managed to get pretty hurt by the end of the fight.

Getting through the land was a lot easier without the trees and seeing where they were going. It shouldn’t take them long to find their way back since they didn’t have to search anymore, they could just walk straight in the direction they needed to go. What a pain it all was though, maybe one day they would invent a Machina that could carry flightless people from place to place so that he didn’t need to do so much walking. Looking to Gage as he made a comment about the pair he looked back briefly before grunting. “Tch, they barely know how to use wind or fire magic…” It was hard for him when he was an expert on both fields, something that was rather rare in the Magi world. Maybe he should try and help them out with that, but then again the Princess was hardly a nice woman and was constantly on his back when it came to keeping away from the clan. They were her clan, he was just a part of it because his own was. Looking to Gage when he practically punched him he glared from behind his goggles, even though Gage wouldn’t be able to see his eyes or overall expression before he huffed, looking away. “We are great fighters! Just hers had the number and overall brute strength…” he spoke before shrugging with a sigh, “Doesn’t matter though. If she inherits the clan as she is now, she’ll just be taken over and conquered…seeing how weak she is…”